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A sestina I wrote a few years back
This is a poem I wrote about 5 years ago, based on a line in a Neil Gaiman comic that read 'a sestina about silence featuring the worlds ragged, fire, dark, screaming, never and kiss'. So I wrote it. Be gentle.
Silence
I hear the sounds as all the words go dark.
I bat one eye and when I see I never
Hear sound again, a silence smothers screaming.
I dee, don't hear, the crackle of the fire,
Around me I see senses streaming ragged,
As insubstantial as an angels kiss.
My mind in limbo, void of voice's kiss,
Is shrouded in the silent flowing dark.
My sight, my touch, all there, but I'm left ragged,
I miss one sense. It's somehow like I never
Knew sound before, though not far gone the fire
Of cacophonic voices left me screaming.
I wished for silence, pleading, weeping, screaming,
So when it came I greeted with a kiss.
However, like the heat gleaned from the fire
May warm, then burn, the silence made me dark.
I've heard the sound of nothing, and I never
Wish my world of perception to be ragged.
It started - so I think, my mind turns ragged -
At times when I grew tired of the screaming
Assembly of voices that would never
Leave me to enjoy Morphia's drowsing kiss.
I fought and fought the noise 'till eyes grew dark.
I wished to plunge my senses to the fire
Of sweet oblivion - Pungent, cleansing fire! -
I got my wish, and soon the frenzied, ragged
Assemblage of sounds dulled and grew dark.
A gradient, not a cut off, to the screaming
Was all the herald to the quiet kiss.
The switch between 'Forever' and the Never.
O how could I, a mortal soul who never
Before has heard the silent, bright soul fire,
Which fills infinity, the vacuum kiss,
Know soundless all my wits would be rent ragged?
My frenzy worse for not hearing my screaming
I welcome my forthcoming, ending dark.
I see the dark, and this tells me I never
Will know again the screaming lively fire.
This life is ragged, I wish for Her kiss.
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